Harold misses his wife, Maureen, even though they had lived together for years in silence, never talking, never relating.
“He and Maureen could pass hours without saying a word, but her presence was like a wall that you expected to be there, even if you didn’t often look at it,” writes Rachel Joyce in her book The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry.
What a powerful image—“like a wall.” It makes me realize how I sometimes take the people who matter the most to me—friends and family—for granted.
–Joy